Okay, keep the copper plumbing, the mountain bike, the scanner, printer, Pentax camera, digital camera, telephoto lens, roller blades, TV, VCR, the foreign language VHS tapes, Mitzi's earrings, South American jewelry, my irrelevant Sundance pass, the fur coats, the Shop Vac, and even the timers on the lamps.
But it would be swell if you returned the sewing box full of love letters. Or just the love letters.
The family heirloom quilt made by my grandfather's womenfolk on the occasion of his fighting in WWI--I'll buy it back.
And I'm just wondering:
what the hell are you going to do with the dildo?